This movie is short. There's no other way to describe it. But this works in the film's favour, as were it to go much longer, it'd turn stale. That's not to say the film is a bad one. Yet neither is it the greatest cinematic work. It's roughly around the middle; and a better offering than most films out at this particular point in time.
There is this Superman one shot—it might have been a miniseries—with Superman fighting back an Alien onslaught from the Aliens mythos. As a lot of others are saying, The Matrix Reloaded is the best Superman film ever.
In X-Men 2 onomatopoeic mutations finally get the work out they deserved in the first film. Most notable of all would have to be the contribution from Kurt "Nightcrawler" Wagner (Alan Cumming) kicking off the festivities by bamfing in and out of the walls and ceilings of the White House as he undergoes what is a rather uncharacteristic attack on the President. Bamfing all about the Oval Office Nightcrawler puts the mutant fear into the President and the Secret Service and sets things up for the entire movie.
Alterations to a super hero's costume are often made when the star inside the suit needs to be somewhat recognizable to the audience. The Tick is a prime hatchet of this, rubber-chinned in the animated series and comics, yet fully fleshed out for Patrick Warburton in the seriously dumbed up live-action version. While the world pretty much knows the look of Spider-Man's outfit without having ever read the comic, the same can't be said for those who know about Daredevil.
Initially, I was expecting this film to be a little X-Files; investigate a mystery and see what's killing the kids. A few minutes in, I likened it more to Denzel's Fallen; the investigator(s) had to unravel the mystery or they themselves would surely perish.
I spent a good hour and a half of my day today watching Jurassic Park III. I had been warned that it wasn't that great a movie, but I don't think anything could have prepared me for the horror that this movie represented. In fact, I am fairly certain that the movie, when imbibed undiluted, can make geese in neighbouring farms retch.
The train ride toward the dusken city induced a feeling of drowsiness. A feeling reserved for the travel to, from and at uni. Nevertheless, as the moment of sleep made its appearance it did not go wasted. Seconds later the train arrived at its destination. The people with jobs were on their stampede home, looking all the more focussed and determined not to fall asleep on the station platform but to find comfort in the drool pooling on the person next to them. The exclusive call left details to the location of the preview screening.